A not so simple story of a finicky heir and a brave yet stupid girl. A tell-tale of the feud that comes from forsaken love. A myriad of plots to get rid of the curse.
It was a run down place. Small at its best. It smelt of beer and cigars. Many stools lined the bar, they were ripped and torn from how many times they've been sat on. The lights were always dim and the air was cloudy with smoke. But there it sat, the one chair to the far left of the bar, right below a race car painte...
She writes all night. He flirts with girls all night. But when they come together in his room... the Cool Boy of the school and the Socially Inept Girl share a bed and make the night theirs. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #15 |